A great hockey play

I am watching the Buffalo Columbus game. A few moments ago #8 on Buffalo (I don’t know his name nor do I care) snatched the puck out of the air with his hand and dropped it onto his stick. This led to a breakaway and a solid scoring chance from Buffalo. However, even if he had just turned the puck right over it was still an amazing play. I mean, he just snagged that one pound piece of galvanized rubber out of the air and then was off to the races. If it doesn’t make the highlights it would be a travesty.


Dear Readers

If you are a constant visitor, or just someone who stumbled upon this blog because you were searching for Ally Walker (nude pictures, admit it) you may get the impression that I am a bitter and completely depressed person. I suppose this is understandable, especially when there are posts like this, but I want to assure you all that I am not as bitter as I appear in these posts, and I am not nearly as depressed.

I am not saying that I am not bitter because Lord knows I am, but I am not really as bitter and cynical as I present myself in these ramblings. This blog started as a way to document my experience traveling and in the Czech Republic, but it has since taken a different direction. That direction being a dumping ground for random thoughts and senseless tirades. The occasional travel story still makes its way into the general discourse, but only once in a blue moon but for the most part I have strayed well away from the original stated purpose of this beast that is now three plus years old and only 405 posts deep (406 if you count this one, but you know the saying, don’t count your chickens (words in this case I suppose) before they hatch (before they are posted).

I seem to have digressed a bit, which should come as no surprise to those of you that take the time and effort to read my ramblings, so I will get back on track. The point is that while on this blog I might appear bitter and cynical and nihilistic and worst of all… a whiner… it isn’t true. Well, except for maybe the whiner part, but I would not necessarily consider whining so much as complaining. The point is (see how I headed off the impending digression) I am not as nihilistic, cynical or bitter as it would seem.

That is not to say that I don’t feel everything that I write at one time or another. If I wrote it that means I felt it. However, that doesn’t mean I believe it. It was just a thought that ran through my overactive brain, thus just because I wrote it doesn’t mean it’s something I believe or agree with; it’s simply and idea that I had and chose to explore. Sometimes those ideas come in the form of rainbows and happily ever afters, but more often they come in the form of suffocating babies, lying politicians, and general unhappiness (or maybe that’s just me being cynical). I need an outlet for those thoughts. That is why I write this blog.

I use this blog as a way to express the craziness that inhabits my mind. It is not profound nor is it really all that interesting (I can only guess about the second claim, but I don’t think it’s such an outlandish claim) but it is there, sharing the random craziness that comprises my life– from my reaction to the news to getting mugged to almost getting beaten with a broomstick.

The blog is a way for me to process life. It will not always be happy or interesting or understandable, but it is my outlet. It is how I make sense of things. I used to keep a handwritten journal, but I am having a difficult time finding a journal that suits me here in the CZ. All of them are either paperback (and I want a hardcover) or have graph paper inside of them, and I don’t want to write on a grid.

Anyway, I am done writing about this now. Final word: This blog is my dumping ground and I have said it before, but I will say it again…nothing read on this blog should really be taken seriously.

Thanks for reading.

Goodbye Agent Stahl

Agent Stahl is dead…hip hip hooray… hip hip hooray. No longer will I have to endure the rapsy gaspy wheezy vocals of Agent Stahl and the actress who plays her…Ally Walker. (I seem to using a lot of ellipses in this post, or at least I have so far).

My other musing about Ally Walker and her annoying alter ego can be found here and here

I must admit that while I am happy the character is dead and she got her comeuppance in a most satisfying way–Opie…Opy…I’m not sure which is the proper spelling…but I choose to go with Opie. It’s got more letters and therefore looks more distinguished…(Oh no, the ellipses are back.) I will miss her. I will not miss the way she talked, or how she carried herself. I will not miss her predictable bitchiness nor will I miss her backstabbing ways. I will miss what she brought to the show, though… a truly interesting, manipulative, and smart villain. It took a long time for the show to plumb the depths of her villainy and suckitude (too long, if you ask this viewer, and even if you don’t ask, I will just tell you–it took too long for the show to resolve the Stahl situation…well…maybe it didn’t take too long, maybe it’s just it felt too long because Agent Stahl was one of those characters that crawls under your skin and worms around.

There is nothing inherently admirable about her…she sells people out constantly, double crosses, murders and is generally a nogoodnik who just happens to work for the ATF…and yet I had to admire her gumption and pure ambition. She was a character you (and by you and I mean “I”) loved to hate. I truly did. I always groaned when she came on screen, but I was also a little happy and excited. I couldn’t wait to see what new and interesting way she would prove herself to be an awful human being, and a pretty inept law enforcement officer…and I was seldom disappointed in her behavior, as much as it irked me at times (like ALL the time).

But now Stahl is dead and gone, meaning mouth gasping Ally Walker has gone with her and for that I am thankful. It is true that I hated the character of Stahl because she was such a…that part of a female body that rhymes with punt…but the fact that she was portrayed by Ally Walker really upped the ante. When I write about the “Ally Walker response” and how I want to punch someone in the face, it is Ally Walker, not Agent Stahl, who brings forth that urge, and it’s mainly because the woman seems to take three loud breathes before every word she speaks. It drives me insane. Thankfully though I won’t have to put up with her on Sons of Anarchy any longer and for that I am grateful.

So goodbye Agent Stahl, may you not rest in piece but be trapped in a room with a rabid Grizzly, Shia Lebouf (or whatever, you know who I mean–this asshole), and the baby from Eraserhead.

And goodbye Ally Walker, may you never be in anything I will ever see from this day on.